“Are you tired, lad?”
“No,” Ike would answer.
Thus they plodded along for about three hours, having little difficulty in holding the track. Occasionally the detective would draw his flashlight and examine the track, and then they would push on.
It was just before midnight when they came to a place where a house stood alone on a side lane, and the chances were there was not another house within a mile in either direction. The detective remarked:
“That man could have ridden in the cars to a nearer station.”
“It is possible he had a motive,” said Ike.
“Yes, I reckon he did, and now we can sit down and rest, for there is the house down on Long Island that you alluded to when working your ventriloquism.”
The two sat down on a fallen tree and the detective said:
“If your calculations prove correct, young fellow, your fortune is made.”
“My calculations will all prove correct.”